Toast to me, hold up my glass, to all mistakes I've made.
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Good intentions washed away, as soon as spring time came.
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I danced a summer, fell an autumn, another candle blown.
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Now winter's come around again, and back where I began.
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And even though you heard it all, I know you don't believe.
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Let me keep the last thing left for me.
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This will be the year, the year
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The year I learn to take some time, to stop and breathe it in.
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To keep a promise to myself, to finish what I begin.
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Bad habits stop, no more regrets, a step out of the red.
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Open arms and an open heart to all that lies ahead.
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And even though you've heard it all, and I know you don't believe,
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Let me keep the last thing left for me.
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This will be the year, the year.
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My faith carries me, I'll keep holding on.
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And I will ... to find me, what I've been doing wrong.
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I know you don't believe, but just for me, can't you pretend?
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That you'll never ever hear me say these words again.
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I know this time I won't be late, this time I will arrive.
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Save my tears, save my doubts, this time I will try.
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I know I can be better, I promise I'll be strong.
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I'll make ... where I had been, seeing all alone.
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I know you've heard it all before, and I know you don't believe,
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But let me keep the last thing left for me.
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This will be the year, the year.
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This Will Be the Year
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| Susan Boyle |
